Not really looking for responses, more a dump of mixed up emotions.
Most of the time, me and DD rub along, we have fun, we live the life we want
But the last couple of days, I have felt unbearably bitter and sad. Bitter that I am still alone. Bitter that I still have to do absolutely everything. Bitter that it's my birthday on Tuesday. I won't get taken out for a birthday meal, I won't get any presents, I won't get a cup of tea made for me.
Don't bother the fuck about "oh I know lots of couples where they don't do these things"
These couples presumably share the worries, the workload, and at the very least, the financial burden.
Some of us have to do it all alone.
i have managed to keep the facade for the last 11 months. Birthday month I crumble with the loneliness. Went to B & Q today - saw all the smugs. Wish I had someone to help with the decorating.
And it makes me sick to the stomach, humourous or not, when I read fellow MNers moaning about snoring or some other trivial shit.
You're lucky, the man met you first, that's all.